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After a while of being on a bender, I snapped out of it. I quit smoking, just because I got tired of it, I quit drinking as much (quantity-wise), and I had become aware of how much of a slob I was being. So, little by little, I started getting cleaner and cleaner. I regularly cleaned up my messes in the general living areas (ie kitchen and living room), and I regularly did my own dishes. And, little by little, I started keeping the general living areas cleaner and cleaner. Sometimes I had to clean up some of Mikey's stuff too. Not big things, but if he left a cup on the coffee table, I'd clean it up.

The timeline is now at May 12, 2009. I posted a blog on my MySpace titled My Health. You can click on the link there to read the blog. The jist of it was how I was becoming aware of my laziness. How I had not been following through on my vow to myself to keep my place clean, and to stay healthy. In it, as you'll be able to read, I briefly mentioned how I was so burnt out from keeping the general living areas clean, including cleaning up my own messes along with sometimes Mikey's, and the mess in my room was so great that I just didn't have the energy to do a clean sweep in my own bedroom.

Despite the point of this blog being meta-awareness, coming to an epiphany of sorts, and renewing my vow of cleanliness for my own self-improvement, Mikey left the following comment:

"Don't kid yourself dude. You aren't the only one who's been picking up the other person's mess..."

I was appalled by this comment. My immediate reaction was that I had burst out into laughter. Throughout our entire time at this house, he had not once picked up anything that belonged to me.

Then I looked in my room. In my laundry basket was some clean laundry of mine I had thrown in the dryer on my way out the door going to work. He moved my clothes from the dryer to my laundry hamper. This, to date, is the only "mess" of mine he cleaned up. And the only reason why he bothered to do it was because he needed to do his own laundry (which he, in turn, left his clothes sitting in the dryer for 2 additional days...I kept track).

Here, I had been cleaning up his messes in the living room for weeks. I threw trash away he may have left laying around, I did any and all of his dishses he hadn't cleaned up from the night before, and I even took the huge mess that was a giant pile of his mail that was sitting on the dining room table and organized it into neat little piles to make it easier for him to clean up (those neat piles I made had stayed there for 3 days until, finally, I moved them to his room). For weeks I had been picking up after him (and myself) DAILY. And here, one time in the entire 3 months we had been living in this house, he takes my laundry out of the dryer. And he has the gall to tell me that he has been picking up after my messes just as I had been doing for him?

This is where all the trouble really started.